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Peering from somewhere amidst nature
Caked in leaves and beginning
to ferment, or perhaps just
produce a velvet blanket of moss
Meant to be a safe place
Not quite a haven, just a little cove
where shingles won't crack under
thoughts that won't shut off
Some switches cling despite tugs
Bits of wire clutch like shards to
flesh trying to fade into
bark less rough than it looks
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